I do have to wonder what Nan thought when I stayed as flabby as most smokers even though I “worked out” every day. I have to wonder what she thought that I never let her clothes shop with me and never wore a single shirt she gave me for my birthday unless I could find a second with which to continue my ruse. Maybe she even wondered, as she did our laundry, why my clothes were always clean and spotless as if they had just come out of the wash. Because they had just come out of the wash.
